. . .No, he doesn't.

Oh. . . Okay then. She hopes he'll get better soon.

|| DBH should have more interactions and follow backs. If you're still active and write in the verse, just like this tweet. RT to spread the world please.

|| Gonna reboot this acc. Same verse but I need to find active DBH accs.

She hated precinct. She hated being there each day. All the noises. Sounds of phones. The smell of coffee. But. . . . . . How much she misses it now.

|| I'll try to be the one who revives DBH again :')

|| Don't get me wrong! I'm not self-confident or egoistic. I just want to bring the old memories back.

WHY

AM

I

SO FUCKING

DUMB

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Machines /may/ make their own decisions.

Maybe. . . . . .there was a point in revolution.

Conny rubbed her eyes softly and frowned sleepily. ". . .Good morning."

She got up and finally understood that she was sleepling at the sofa in the living hall. /Great/.

Conny walked up to the refrigerator and opened the door firmly. Hm. Guess someone has to go food shopping.

Oh. Another RK800. Waves confidenty.

Gives Hank Anderson a huge hug and reveals a grin. Lieutenant is a good dad.